"What is happening here..."
Hank Thompson tiptoed slightly after hearing the shouting voices.
A face full of curiosity, he wanted to see through the crowd what was going on inside.
But originally standing beside him, Cyrus Thompson raised his hand to press down on his shoulder, quelling Hank Thompson’s eager stance.
"Don’t look at this commotion," Cyrus Thompson said with a sowhat disapproving frown.
These matters, Charlotte Thompson didn’t want to deal with them either. Now, as she was about to take the kids around from the side, she unexpectedly saw Vincent in the center of the event.
"Mommy, it’s Uncle Vincent! Is he in so trouble? Didn’t he just get called by the nurse to see the doctor?"
Grace Thompson also saw Vincent at this mont.
Before Charlotte Thompson could open her mouth to respond to Grace Thompson’s question, the noisy middle-aged man had already spoken first:
"When my wife was brought to the hospital, she wasn’t reacting this severely. After a few days of treatnt at your hospital, she ended up like this. Every one of you will be held responsible! None of you can escape this!"
"Sir, when your wife was first admitted, our doctors already proposed the most reasonable treatnt plan, but you have not adopted it for treatnt."
Now speaking is a composed-looking female doctor, her expression incredibly serious as she frowned deeply at the middle-aged man shouting irrationally in front of her.
"Moreover, the hospital has clearly inford you that if you continue to delay, your wife’s condition will get really bad. None of us want to see this current situation. Therefore, we now recomnd surgical treatnt, but you still disagree. So what exactly do you want?"
As she continued speaking, the female doctor seed to be losing control of her emotions, and her tone beca less calm.
The surrounding buzz of discussion rose and fell, though Charlotte Thompson had grasped the gist of the situation through the words of the female doctor just now.
This kind of person is clearly just a...
"Your hospital can’t cure the patient, and you’re in the right, aren’t you? Surgical treatnt? I see you guys are just trying to scam us for money! My wife went to hospitals for this illness before, and no doctor ever proposed such a treatnt plan."
"You..."
The female doctor was about to say sothing, but Vincent then spoke:
"Sir, regarding your wife’s illness, there is only one reasonable treatnt plan, no alternative thods exist. You said doctors from the hospitals you previously visited never ntioned this plan. I’m genuinely curious, could you tell , which hospital and doctor would that be?"
"What are you saying here, foreigner? Look at this lousy hospital, with female doctors and foreign devils; it’s ridiculous!"
A trace of panic appeared in the man’s expression.
"Sir, please mind your language. If you continue to disrupt public order like this..."
Vincent spoke with a cold expression.
The man seed startled by his deanor but soon widened his eyes, speaking with a hint of embarrassnt and anger:
"Who do you think you are, daring to be arrogant in front of !"
The man shouted while looking around, then suddenly snatched the nurse’s cart and threw it towards Vincent.
The cart, which contained many dical goods and tools, was tipped over by the man’s action.
Charlotte Thompson instinctively wanted to retreat with the children, but she was a step too late.
She saw a bottle, mostly shattered, being hurled towards Jack Thompson’s direction...
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